Forrest Gump's opinion to the contrary, I think peas and carrots together is an abomination. Never liked it, never will. Yucko.
And there are other things that just shouldn't go together, too. For example, back in my college days, I thought it would be a gas to go into a supermarket a few days prior to Halloween and purchase a bag of apples and a pack of razor blades, just to freak out the cashier. Obviously, a bad idea. But still, a good example of two things that shouldn't go together.
My wife is fond of pepperoni with peanut butter. No thanks. Anchovies on pizza. Tried it once; never again.
Politics and religion. Yeah, obvious. But too easy a target for this article.
No, I'm going to mention one that still has my brain boggled, even though it's been a good three months since I first saw it: Bible school and gymnastics.
I'll pause to let that sink in.
Bible school. And gymnastics.
A sign proclaiming both these activities sits in front of a church not far from where I live.
Now, many of my readers are well aware of the sordid history of child molestation that runs rampant in members of the clergy. The Pope not so long ago issued one of his infamously lame "apologies" for the Catholic Church's notorious habit (no pun intended) of ignoring the sexual abuses of its clergy, often shipping offenders from diocese to diocese, praying that they won't prey again (pun intended that time). Some priests have had as many as a hundred people come forward, claiming abuses stretching back decades.
Almost every issue of Freethought Today, the newspaper of the Freedom From Religion Foundation, contains a very long list of "black collar crimes," which lists the convictions, sentences, and other details of the criminal activities of clergy and other religious folk. Sexual abuses aplenty.
Now, connect the idea of bible-toting sexual predators with the image of little girls in tights cavorting and tumbling on mats, and you'll see where my mind began to boggle.
One can only hope that neighborhood families are at least slightly weirded out by the idea of gymnastics lessons being offered at a church, two things that belong together about as well as... oh... never mind. You get the idea.
